Chapter 29 Huang'er, You're Naughty Again

Everyone stretched their necks and looked in the direction of her fingertips, and the flow of people automatically divided a path.

They couldn't wait to know what the "dear" in Jun Mohuang's mouth was, and it was even better than the fourth prince.

"Hey, pretend to be a ghost!"

Su Zhiyu was a little nervous just now, but he looked down the road that separated, but he didn't see anything, so he was relieved.

How could there be a better man than Feng Yunyi in Huanyun, if there was, she would have already started.

Just as I turned this thought in my heart, a turbulent pressure swept in from afar.

It was as if there was a heavy rock on his back, and he couldn't lift his head at all.

Everyone present strangely maintained a posture of stooping and saluting, with the exception of Jun Mohuang and the sixth prince who had just defended her.

In a bent spine, Di Lingtian walked slowly.

He walked slowly and gracefully, with a few steps spanning a distance of several hundred meters, and he came to Jun Mohuang in two steps.

His speed was too fast, and everyone only saw a flash of black clothes.

"Huang'er, you are being naughty again."

Di Lingtian reached out and scratched the tip of her nose, his deep eyes full of doting.

"Don't make trouble."

Jun Mohuang grabbed his hand, and he took advantage of her while acting.

"We've done everything these days, and we're still shy?"

Di Lingtian leaned over and whispered Ze in her ear.

The warm breath sprayed on her tender white earlobe, crisp and itchy.

"Don't talk nonsense, just do the right thing."

Jun Mohuang rolled his eyes countless times in his heart, what is it that they have done everything, but just kissed and slept under the quilt.

And she was still forced, is it necessary to speak so erotically?

Di Lingtian flicked his sleeves, and the pressure on everyone's back dissipated.

Everyone raised their heads, it was a man like a king, with a handsome and delicate appearance, and a graceful and noble bearing.

Comparing Feng Yunyi with him, it is like the grass chicken seeing the phoenix, and the earthworm seeing the real dragon, and all of a sudden it is revealed.

Everyone had to admit that in terms of appearance, bearing, and strength, Feng Yunyi couldn't compare to the one in front of him.

"Fourth Prince, Miss Su, you lost. Now, it's time to fulfill the bet."

Jun Mohuang looked at the two of them maliciously and stretched out Bai Nen's little hand.

The faces of Feng Yunyi and Su Zhiyu were even uglier than their dead father.

"Hmph, who said you won, can you prove that there must be that kind of relationship between the two of you, and this person's identity is unknown, so he may not have the honor of the fourth prince!"

Feng Yunyi hadn't spoken yet, but one of his brain-dead fans spoke first.

This remark was immediately recognized by most people.

"This deity is already engaged to Huang'er. If you don't believe me, you can ask the head of the Jun family."

Faced with doubts, Di Lingtian lifted Jun Yangfeng out.

"Master Jun, is this true?"

"Yes."

Jun Yangfeng, who came behind him, looked bitter, he was forced to follow this man, dare he say no.

No wonder Jun Mohuang dared to be arrogant in the study that day, it turned out to be a big tree by the side.

"As for identity..."

Di Lingtian chuckled lightly, a trace of blood flashed across his black eyes.

When Feng Yunyi saw the strange blood, he suddenly couldn't stand, and fell to his knees.

He was panting heavily, beads of sweat oozing from his forehead.

"Your Excellency is indeed nobler than me, and I am willing to admit defeat."

Feng Yunyi bit his lip tightly, and quickly handed over the sword and a thousand spiritual stones from his waist.

Grabbing the front of Su Zhiyu's shirt beside him, he swung his palm up without hesitation.